"Dave and I'll stay here," whispered Dick. "Tom, run back for a lantern. Hustle!"
Fifteen minutes of eager searching, after the lantern was brought, failed to give any clue to the whereabouts of the man whom they sought.
"This is more ghostly than human," laughed young Prescott.
They felt compelled to give up the search. As they returned to the camp the firing on the opposite side of the lake broke out anew. At the distance, however, it was not loud enough to disturb the other three, who still slept in the tent. Dick flashed the lantern inside to make sure that the sleepers were safe.
At intervals the racket across the lake broke out anew.
"It's my turn to go on watch again," said Darry, glancing at his watch by the light of the lantern. "You two might as well turn in."
"We'll dress and bring our cots out into the open," Dick proposed. "You might as well have us, Dave, where you can get us instantly, and ready for action, by just touching us on the shoulder."
But the night passed, without any further disturbances than the occasional distant firing, and the rousing, every hour, of a new watchman for the camp.
It was past seven in the morning when Dick finally turned out, to find Greg and Harry busy preparing breakfast, while Darrin still slumbered.
"Where are Tom and Dan?" Prescott asked.